Reject

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The Populars sat just a table away.

I could hear their jokes, I could hear their shrieks of laughter, I could even hear their fights and whispers.

They were rowdy, and obnoxious. They were about of hormonal teenagers, who just wanted some fun. And they always used me as their jokes.

To them-I was ugly and fat, stupid and disgusted and depressed.

And They made me believe it.

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Four new boys sat with them today, I heard they were famous. I don't know their names or even what they were like. They barely talked, and didn't insult me. But they didn't exactly stand up for me either.

I decided to just let it go. This is only the beginning of my sophomore year, (I'm trying to do the American school years, even though it based in Australia but people have gotten confused.) so they'll probably hate me by the end of it.

"Hey! purple - over here." Gritting my teeth, I sigh as I looked up.

"It's Blue." I growled, and the whole table, besides the new boys, erupted into laughter.

"Oh, same thing." The boy who spoke before said. His name was Caleb, and he was a dick.

"Okay, Pink, calm down." Victoria, the meanest bitch and biggest slut in my grade said.

"Blue!" I said standing up so fast my knees hit the table. "It freaking Blue, or are all of you too dumb to comprehend that?"

Without saying another word, I ran out of the cafeteria, fuming.

Sometimes, when their words get too much, I explode at the simplest thing.

I hated when people teased me about my name. My name is Blue, Blue Evans, it's not that hard to understand.

I partially hated my name, because it made no sense. Blue wasn't my favorite color, and my eyes aren't even that blue! They are more gray and green, with a touch of blue.

I sit down on an empty bench in the practically deserted hallway.

I feel a lump start to form in my throat, and a kid flips me off as he walks by.

Slowly, I feel the tears start to make their way down my face.